Sunday, June 5, 2016

Friday night, 9:30 P.M., lounging in our pajamas, parties going on in Grafton Street, which our hotel room overlooks. Our window is open to let in the fresh night air.

In the distance, the sound of pipes: they become louder with each moment, with clapping and laughter, too. We look out the window to see a piper – one solitary man in a kilt – walking up Grafton piping away on his bagpipes, as a crowd follows him clapping and dancing in the street.

And then the stirring music recedes as quickly and surprisingly as it had arrived.

Day two, Christmas eve, we took a long see-Rome-on-foot walk from our hotel, the Modigliani on Via della Purificazione near the Pantheon, to all sorts of places: the Pantheon, Trevi fountain, Piazza Navona and the four rivers fountain, Campo de Fiori, Piazza Colonna with its famous column, and more churches than one could shake a stick at.

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I'm a theologian who writes about the interplay of belief and culture. My husband Steve (also a theologian) and I are now in our 46th year together. Though the church has discarded us (and here, here, here, and here) because we insist on being truthful about our shared life, we continue to celebrate the amazing grace we find in our journey together and love for each other.
We live in hope; we remain on pilgrimage....
A note about my educational background: I have a Ph.D. and M.A. in theology from Univ. of St. Michael's College, Toronto School of Theology; an M.A. in English from Tulane Univ.; and a B.A. in English from Loyola, New Orleans.